Facts of Life--- A Man's "Role"

Guys, there are so many things that are counter intuitive when it comes to the signals that a woman gives versus what they want, or what you think is the right thing to do versus what the actual right thing to do is. Listed below are a few obvious points, take it or leave it, but you should at least read it once.

When she walks away mad, she isn't looking for space, she wants you to follow. I know, it doesn't make sense, but trust me, that's what she wants.

If she isn't saying anything, ask her what's wrong, and here is the important part, after you ask her, you are now done needing your mouth, just shut up and use your ears the rest of the time.

When she tries to hit you and pushes you acting playfully like she can take you, she wants you to hold her.

Hold doors, pull out chairs, stand up when she arrives and every time she gets up..it's just what you do for a lady, and something you should pass on to your sons too.

You will most likely not remember the most important things she will never forget.

She wants to hear about it, but don't tell her about something you aren't going to do. Nut up or Shut up.

She likes poetry, especially if you write it just for her. Stay away from rhyming words like truck and clock.

She may love you through it all, but she doesn't like excuses, over deliver, she's happy, you're happy.

When she is yelling at you and calling you names, look her in the eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her like you might never get to again. If she goes back to yelling, you need to brush your teeth more often and work on your kissing.

If she doesn't like something you love, ask questions. But don't use those questions to try and change her mind, use those questions to understand why she feels the way she does. Don't worry, in almost all cases if you just listen and let her know you understand, she will end up liking you enough to like what you like.

When you see her at her worst, let her know she is beautiful. Done sincerely you will win her heart, done sarcastically..well,talk to the hand, no not hers, yours...the one that will act as your girlfriend for at least a week for being an idiot.

When she spends time getting dressed up, be sure you spend time noticing and letting her know how stunning she truly is.

Encourage and support her friendships and her individualism. I know you worry that this beauty you don't think you even deserve will meet someone else during "Girls Night Out". Just know if you sincerely tell her to have a good time without any guilt she is going to miss you when she's out, if you're an ass about it, she will be looking for someone better...and rightfully so.

Sing to her, no matter how bad it sounds, sing her your song.

Don't let a month go by that you don't surprise her with something that is special and meaningful. Not a vacuum or a tool belt, lingerie is great, but not every time, flowers should be a part of the weekly routine anyway, be creative, she will notice and appreciate it in ways you won't understand.

Date night is important, don't be the guy the always gets his hunting, card playing,  drinking with the buddies and fishing in, but never takes the misses out. It just doesn't pay.

If you see she is scared, as silly as it may be to you, don't laugh or make fun of her, just make her feel safe, it is the difference between what a boy would do and what a man does.

Get a calendar, know when that time is coming, know when it is upon you, know how to act accordingly during said times.

If you see her crying, don't speak, just hold her and listen. You might be able to fix a car or program a DVR, but you are not equipped to talk her through something she just needs to cry out. Again, shut up and just listen, it works.

Whatever clothes she takes of yours, let her keep. This means she wants to be close to you when you're not there. Don't wear her clothes though, that's just weird.

When she doubts you, don't argue with her...ever. You will never get out alive.

Chocolate Decadence French Toast

Norma’s is a special occasion restaraunt in New York City-not just because of the prices but also because  I don't think anyone could never eat food this rich every day. Introducing the infamous Chocolate decadence French Toast (they charge $23). They make the French Toast with home made yogurt chocolate cake-it is rich but not overwhelming. It is sliced from a loaf and then made like traditional french toast soaked in an egg wash and fried.  It is served as cake topped with a layer of strawberries, then another slice of cake, then strawberries and then cake. The strawberries are cooked in a little bit of butter and brown sugar and some Grand Marnier. The dish is finished off with some pistachios and a dark chocolate sauce (dark chocolate, doesn’t that make this a healthy choice?). They add some home made whipped cream and an orange chip.
I'm off to figure out a homemade version!!! Hey you only live once!   

Jeromy's Message from Santa

http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/guest/Jf5_d_M3CNkliJElCxFwPg

Happy 72nd Birthday Daddy!

On what would be your 72nd Birthday

11/26/1938 - 12/17/2006

Almost four years have passed
but I’ll never forget the day
When the doctor came to tell me
That you’d gone away

The hurt is the same
Like an open wound
There are days
I don’t utter a sound

You were like a rock
Strong, faithful and true
What worth has my life
Now I don’t have you

I was your first born
Daddy’s little girl
I took my own path
But was still part of your world

I was not the best
Guilty of neglect
But you know daddy dearest
I had so much respect

I always loved you
My dad, my star
Now my pain is
To worship you from afar

I love you now
As I did back then
I just hope... one day
I will see you again

I am so proud of you
Brave and strong to the end
Now when asked “how are you?”
There is no need to pretend

Happy 72nd Birthday Dad.

We all love and miss you so much, sleep well
and take care of all who went before you.

Forever in my heart,

 Cissy

Sexy Thanksgiving Story

I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others that were there, The lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I had to have you for my own.
Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carried you & through the door.

Looking at you, I admire your body, your well shaped legs, and breasts. Slowly I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white skin.

From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits.

The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts then, making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin.

My hands rub your body, ummmm running them threw the beads of water. Making them trickle down off your body.

I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready. I carry your still dripping body, to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door.

As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I.

I put a little in slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.

I put in more, you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it in deeply as far as I can, until I can't put any more in, you are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it,

I make you so hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first, your skin is so soft and tender.

I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.

Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste.

"Oh yes", I say to you,

I must say Grace "Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen"

Thanksgiving Cranberry Slaughter - JibJab.com

Gary Allan - Best I Ever Had

Chris Cagle - Anywhere But Here

Could You Live Like a 1950s Housewife?

Do you dream of a time in the 1950's when rock and roll was just coming on the scene and every girls dream was of her wedding? Well here are a few tips if you want to relive that period of time as the fantasy housewife.

Things You'll Need:

• Lot's of energy.
• No opinion.
• Talent in every area.

1) As a housewife of the 1950's you won't be required to hold a job outside the home. In fact you really won't be allowed to because it would be an insult to the male of the family for not being able to provide for his wife and family! So relax and buy a box of bonbon' s.

2) Always wake at least two hours before your husband so you can shower, do your hair, put on make up and a really nice dress and high heels. You must always look your best when he see' s you first thing in the morning and never, ever have morning breath or look sleepy.

3) Next cook a nourishing breakfast for the whole family. Stuff them with eggs, bacon, biscuits made from scratch, gravy, milk, orange juice and don't forget the perfect jams and jellies you canned all by yourself during the dog days of summer. Stuff them until they can't move and are sure to gain enough weight to be a battle ship in dry dock.

4) Be sure when they are getting ready for work and their school day you have clean clothes out for everyone. Do not make them choose their own outfit. Silly woman, that's your job! Always make sure they are wearing the latest up to date styles so everyone will think they are keen.

5) Be sure you pack a good lunch for them. For the kid's pack a good sandwich, chips, carrot sticks, cupcakes, fruit, a thermos of milk and a thermos of hot soup! Don't forget the note with words of love and support.

6) Now it's time for you! First refresh your makeup and hair. Then start with cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom. Don't worry if the floors look clean enough because it's still best to clean them again so your family can make you eat off of them and not worry about your health.

7) Now for all the laundry you must gather from each room in the house and start washing. Never dry them in a dryer. That is a waste of money when you can spend time hanging them on an outside line for the fresh air scent. When they are finished drying you will bring them in, sprinkle them with a little water and roll them in a tight ball so you can iron it all the next day. Make sure to keep it all in the laundry room out of sight of the husband and kid's. They deserve a relaxed life.

8) Next pick up the living room, bedroom, and all other rooms in the house. Dust everything within an inch of it's life and vacuum all floors. Now clean the bathroom and scrub every surface for the fresh clean smell. You would never want your family to see anything disgusting in your bathroom and you really don't want the neighbors to inspect your work when they come to visit.

9) Well, it's time for a break. Make yourself a light lunch of salad, no dressing and an apple. Don't want to lose the figure you had the day you got married. You know, when you were 18 years old, 2 less kids, one less husband and 20 less years! While you are eating you can watch your favorite soap opera while darning the socks of the whole family or creating lovely clothes by hand or polishing all the stainless steel you own. Never let the grass grow under your pretty high heels! Be productive while relaxing.

10) The kids will be home from school soon so you must make sure you have made a batch of home made cookies with plenty of butter and sugar. A big glass of chocolate milk and their favorite TV shows while they do their homework.

You will be making dessert for tonight, putting the dinner to cook of ham, fresh peeled and mashed potatoes, fresh green beans with bacon, more biscuits and lots of butter!

11) Now all you have to do before hubby gets home from work is set the table, clean the rooms again, make the kids clean up and look cute as pie, refresh yourself with a new dress and different shoes. Evening hair do, nice makeup, a happy smile and NO complaints about anything.

12) As he walks in the door you hand him the paper, his favorite drink, ask how his day went and then leave him alone for 30 minutes while you finish dinner, get it on the table and quietly announce it's time to eat.

After he and the kids finish dinner you clear the table, wash all the dishes by hand, dry them and put them away, clean the kitchen again and look perky!

13) The family watches TV together or plays a game, eats more dessert and then wanders off to bed.

Now it's time for you to go to the bedroom, turn down the covers, fluff the pillows, take a quick shower and put on a pretty nightie, put on fresh makeup, do your hair again down this time and call for hubby to come to bed. You read while he relaxes and when he is ready for a little fun you will be just as ready and excited he is giving you his time. Oh,oh...he is tired now and finished. He rolls over, goes to sleep and you slip away to the bathroom to put on fresh makeup in case he wakes in the middle of the night and sees your face. You must always look your very best!

14) Ahhh... peace at last. Now for the well deserved 4 hours of sleep before you do it all over again.
Tomorrow is ironing day, baking bread day, going to the store day for anything the family wants and you will do it all as the lovely, skinny bride you were 20 years ago and with a smile on your pretty little face. After all you don't have to hold a job and support the family.
Where are those bonbon' s?

 

 

And yes friends, this is a joke...please do not be offended if this is the lifestyle that you live. 

"Here Comes Goodbye" - Rascal Flatts Official Music Video

Keith Urban - You'll Think Of Me

Chris Cagle - Miss Me Baby

Chris Cagle - Look at What I've Done to Her

What Denomination Is Your Bra?

What denomination is your bra?
A man walked into the lingerie department of a major department store and shyly approached one of the staff. “Excuse me,” he said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife.”

“What type of bra?” asked the saleswoman.

“Type?” asked the man. “You mean there is more than one type of bra?”

“Of course!” exclaimed the saleswoman. “Look around.” And she pointed to a sea of bras in every shape, size, colour and material imaginable.

“But actually,” she continued, “there are really only four types to choose from.”

Relieved, the man enquired about the four types.

The saleswoman explained: “There are Catholic, Methodist, Presbyterian and Anglican types.”
Befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.

The saleswoman replied: “It is quite simple, really. The Catholic type supports the masses; the Methodist type lifts the fallen; the Presbyterian type keeps them upright and straight; and the Anglican type makes mountains out of molehills.”

Playin' Piano

Playin' Piano

(excerpted from Spooky Campfire Tales)
retold by S.E. Schlosser

Dah-dah-dum-dum-BLAT! 
      Charlie winced when his wife hit the wrong note on the piano for the thirty-second time that day.  He knew it was the thirty-second time because he’d kept count as he went about his daily chores, cleaning the lighthouse, checking the supplies, mending the rowboat.       

Charlie blamed himself for his wife's latest obsession.  He should never have taken Myrtle to attend the concert when that high-flutin’ concert pianist came to town.  But it was a special occasion and everyone they knew was going.  So Charlie and Myrtle went too.  And Myrtle decided right then and there that what she wanted more than life itself was to play the piano.      

 Charlie tried to talk her out of it.  No one in Myrtle’s family was any good at music.  But Myrtle was stubborn.  If she couldn’t find a dad-gum way, she’d make one!  Before Charlie could count to ten she’d bought a cheap, used piano (that was always out of tune) and hauled it over to the island on her brother Jamie’s fishing boat.  From that day on, it was practice, practice, practice.  Morning, noon, and night Myrtle sat at the piano with her piano book open, plunking away at the keys.  At first, there was not much to hear, and Charlie could ignore the sour sounds.  But after a few months, she got better…and a lot worse.  There were parts of her song that sounded pretty good; but she never, ever got that one line right.         

There was nowhere on the small island that Charlie could go to get away from the sound of the piano, even when he sat in his favorite rocker out in the woodshed with cotton in his ears.  Myrtle’s new hobby was the source of much contention between the husband and wife, who had never argued before in their entire lives.  Now they argued every day about Myrtle’s piano playing.       

“At least try to learn another song,” Charlie begged his wife.  But Myrtle was stubborn.  “I ain’t going to learn another song until I’ve mastered this one.  You’ve got to practice to get better Charlie.”  And Myrtle went back to her piano and started playing again.  Dah-dah-dum-dum-BLAT/ Dum-dum-BLAT-BLAT-ding.       

Things came to a head the day a nor’easter roared down on the island.  Charlie and Myrtle were holed up together in the lighthouse hour after hour after hour.  Charlie had nothing to do but sit and carve decoy ducks.  And Myrtle played the piano.  Hour after hour after hour.  Around four p.m. Charlie leapt to his feet and shouted at his wife to stop playing the blasted song.  Myrtle leapt to her feet and shouted that she was going to practice until she got it right.      

Something in Charlie snapped.  Afterward, he felt bad about the way he chopped up the piano with his axe.  After all, it was a valuable instrument.  Try as he might, he couldn’t feel bad about doing the same to Myrtle.      

Charlie put on his oilskins, took up a shovel and dug a grave out back of the woodshed.  He buried all the little pieces of Myrtle with all the little pieces of her piano.  He figured she would have wanted it that way.  That night, with the nor’easter raging and pounding the island and the lighthouse rattling and shaking wildly in the blast, Charlie got the best sleep he’d had in months. 

No more piano playing, ever.       

After the nor’easter blew itself out, Charlie spent the rest of the day cleaning the blood off the floor and walls of the lighthouse.  After that, he did his daily duties and carefully noted in the log-book that Myrtle had been swept out to sea by a huge wave while patrolling the beaches, helping Charlie look for shipwrecks.        

In the middle of the night, Charlie was startled awake by a familiar sound.  Dah-dah-dum-dum-BLAT/ Dum-dum-BLAT-BLAT-ding.  He sat bolt upright with an oath.  It sounded just like Myrtle playing on the piano.  This was impossible, since she was buried behind the woodshed.      

Charlie leapt out of bed and felt around for his axe.  Blast!  He must have left it in the woodshed.  He picked up a large piece of firewood and carefully stepped through the door into the main room.  To his astonishment, he saw a glowing green, translucent piano standing in the place where Myrtle had put it.  The keys of the ghostly piano were playing all by themselves.  Dah-dah-dum-dum-BLAT/ Dum-dum-BLAT-BLAT-ding.     

Then he heard Myrtle’s voice from the stairway leading up to the light.  “Charlie.  I told you and I told you.  I ain’t going to learn another song until I’ve mastered this one.  You should have listened to me!”    

Charlie whirled around and gazed up the stairs.  Standing a third of the way up was the translucent white figure of his dead wife.  And in her hands, she held his axe. 

Heath Bar Pie

1 box vanilla wafers
1 cup evaporated milk
1/2 gallon vanilla ice cream
1/2 cup Karo Syrup
7 Heath Bars
dash salt
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/4 cup butter
Line 9 x 13 pan with whole vanilla wafers. Pack half of ½ gallon carton of vanilla ice cream on top of wafers. Crumble four Heath Bars over ice cream. Put remaining ice cream on top. Freeze.
Sauce: Combine, sugar, milk, syrup, salt and butter. Bring to boil for one minute. Crumble three remaining Heath Bars. Add to sauce, let melt. Serve warm over ice cream pie.

Bratty Melts

1 lb ground sirloin or chuck

1 lb of uncooked brats

slab of cheddar cheese slices

one sliced Vidalia onion

Butter

loaf of Texas toast

Separate the casing and meat of the brats, and mix the brat meat with the ground beef. Discard the brat casing. Slap the mixed meat into 1/4 lb patties. Grill the patties to your liking. While grilling, "butter" the spread onto one side the Texas toast slices. Make a sandwich with the sliced Vidalia, cheddar, cooked patties, and toast slice (with the buttered side on the outside of the sandwich). Throw a pan on the grill and grill the sandwiches in the pan, so the butter "fries" the toast. Cook both sides of the sandwich until Old Golden brown. I eat my melts with mayo and ketchup, but I'm a condiment slut.

The BIGGEST football game of the season!!!

Round 3 of the Playoffs

Friday, November 5 , 2010

 7:00pm Ameche Field

Tickets are $4

The Tremper football team defeated Muskego 24-10 in a Level 2 WIAA Division-1 game Saturday, 10/30/10  at Ameche Field.

The Bradford football team defeated Lake Geneva Badger 54-24 in a WIAA Division-1 Level 2 game at Jaskwhich Stadium on Saturday afternoon.

so what does this mean?

The biggest, the baddest football game of the season for Kenosha HS Football Fans!!!!!!

That's Beautiful To Me (Country Version)

Behind The Scenes with Pat Green at the "Let Me" Video Shoot